An Old Memory

Independent Casey RP Blog

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∯

"Sometimes I wonder, when those thoughts fill my head..."

"I wonder if I'm letting you down."

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∯

"When last I saw you, people used to whisper. They claimed that there was puppetry afoot, muttered that one who had never set foot outside would never have a thought of their own.

"A few weeks ago I read the most wonderful book. I keep it with me now. It's my proof that they're wrong, my little piece of a most beautiful mind."

[imperialwings]

∯

"You're like a caterpillar, I swear. When I first met you all you wanted to do was eat and drink and fool around. Not a bit of responsibility or restraint.

"Now that I finally see a change in you, you spend half of the day not moving. Don't lie, I heard you snoring when you were supposed to be guarding the gates!"

"But I know something good is coming. I can't wait to see your wings."

[cittamemes]

For every ∯ I get I will say/confess something without specifying for whom it is meant

eg:

∯ || You told me once that I was the only person on that team you might consider a friend… I can say now that I should have taken you at your word long ago.

∯ || I wish we had more occasion to speak. I can’t say I’ve ever disliked your company.

∯ || Leave the van Gogh works be; you’re going to give him an ulcer.

[imperialwings]

☩ ♗

☩ Crossover Ship with my muse.

loud laughing in the distance

edit; this looks funnier on my blog I promise

I also kind of want to have the knightliest romance of all with Malik someday

♗ Child!Character my muse would adopt.

This doof is already basically her child.

But I definitely haven’t forgotten about these two

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Relationship Asks:

♛ : OTP for my muse

☠ : NOTP for my muse

♙ : Character my muse hates

♗ : Child!Character my muse would adopt.

♠ : Character my muse would have a one night stand with.

♥ : Weird ship I have for my muse.

♜ : My muse's best friend.

☢ : Character my muse is afraid of.

☣ : Character my muse respects greatly.

☩: Crossover Ship with my muse.

[imperialwings]

bonafidebittersweet replied to your post:✉ (in the interest of chaos, have at it)

oh my gosh you even did the iphone format this is too perfect

It took me a while to find one that sounded Alvin-y enough

but when I saw it, I knew

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✉

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✉ (in the interest of chaos, have at it)

[roleplayaskmemes]

Send me a ✉ and my muse will send yours a barrage of text messages.

[captainperoxidespike-archive]

Different Stages of Drafts: Reblog With your Mun FC

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When You Get All Your Drafts Done:

When Your Drafts Start to Slowly Build Up Again:

When Your Drafts Become a Mountain:

[roleplayaskmemes]

Send me the word ‘playlist' and a ship, I will make a five song playlist for our ship that suit;

first meeting:

becoming lovers:

breakup:

working it out:

happily ever after:

[imperialwings]

At some point I've really gotta finish my list of starters. I promise if you wanted one and I haven't gotten to you I'm gonna get to it soon~

If anyone else would like one you can just give this post here a like.

For any characters who aren't from Tales of Vesperia, I'm gonna write my starter as though Casey was born in whatever setting your game takes place in, or that your character comes from her world. If you've got a preference or would rather do a world-hopping-based plot, pop me a message. 

[aseaofquotes]

Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

Submitted by Anonymous.

[vidmorna]

Left Right Left

[vidmorna]

Muted by what indeed, mumbled words, a hand pausing over the gel, contrary actions as she mentioned his own wounds. They were merely passed off, hands moving instantly to turn over the gel, other clasping it gently to have the gel in her hand with no means of letting it escape before pulling away. Her own right-for-pause leaving Alexei without a reassurance for anything.

Attempts to just not look. Not see another knight, see another woman who’s looks gauge between surprise and disgust. Because any who knew his name in this time spoke such words. Hateful bile spat towards him in attempts to shatter further what was already broken to the beating of the march.

Yet the response was quite contrary to actions based on prior experiment. His numbers were wrong.

Red eyes lifted then, and he swore his breath caught in his throat. His lips pulled open just in the slightest, unable to utter words as he became silent.

And for those that knew him; the man who always had a word to be spoken. Words that could lead, explain, coax, whisper, plead, entertain… This was near frightening. Eyes just watched her like a ghost, one that had risen to haunt him, another reminder. And for a mere moment he thought to yell for the apparition to disappear.

Disappear —

  Don’t go — again. 

Shaking hands lifted, breaking the daze that held his response mute, gliding through silver hair. Trying to hide his eyes, his thoughts, in silent comprehension. Yet, when he finally spoke to the other’s teasing, it was anything but playing along. A skill long-lost within the serious moments that had just dispersed from his finger-tips.

   ”How.”

His legs were so weak. The thought of how long he had been chasing after this moment making fatigue wash through the adrenaline quite faster than it had a chance to come with him. The blood he bore it wasn’t dry. It was still damp, wet as his fingers tightened into his hair. Trying. Trying to think. She had just seen a side to him so many would consider inhuman. Killing a person with no question asked, killing several with no questions asked, not sparring a single life and skewering them across a pavement painted crimson as a beating heart.

   ”How did you…”

[imperialwings]

Her hand reached out to him, pausing halfway between them. The look in his eyes was one she couldn't remember seeing before--instinct told her it probably wasn't wise to try to touch him yet.

"I could ask you the same question," she sighed in response. "I suppose the current Commandant is mistaken."

The words felt like they carried physical weight--the strain in her shoulders dissipated and her posture improved as she spoke them.

"I was told you were killed." She gave a sarcastic chuckle, but not seconds later she found herself giggling with genuine happiness. "I suppose we both slipped under the radar somehow, hm?"

She reached out again--this time her hand settled gently over his, gently tugging it out of his hair.

"I'm glad you're okay," she told him. "So glad... I was afraid I'd lost my chance to apologize."

She could feel the memories rushing back--more than ten years she'd spent avoiding the place she called home; hiding from her duty like a frightened child. Upon returning she'd felt like she'd traveled through time into a world where the buildings were taller, the barriers were gone, and when she sought her old friend she was asked if she was looking for Commandant Flynn.

She had accepted that there was no way to turn back the march of time--and yet, here he was.

[lieutenantatomais]

[canarybrigade]